those visions were "auras", he had been informed. the term was one on which everyone agreed. and therefore what he had mistaken for a realm beyond time's tyranny was no more than a symptom of disease. yet without respite from linear time, delusional or otherwise, how was one expected to prevail?
it speaks of a boy prodigy who is a chess master.
he unfortunately suffers from epilepsy.
but how very true.
we need not suffer from epilepsy to relate.
the desire for assurance that there has to be something other than this.
from R. Muir's "The Miniature Man".


surprisingly, the lilies from WAFF are still surviving.
my mom credits herself.


oh time tells true stories.
all the unnecessary fuss.
cant keep it up for long eh.
you've got my defence up and ready.
because friend and trust are inseparable.


sit back and watch.
lets see what the future brings.


the hopes we had were much too high
way out of reach but we have to try
the game will never be over
because we're keeping the dream alive.

perfection at 1:29 PM